Thanksgiving Day
By: Lydia Maria Child
Over the river and through the wood,
To grandfather's house we go;
The horse knows the way
To carry the sleigh
Through the white and drifted snow.
Over the river and through the wood-
Oh, how the wind does blow!
It stings the toes
And bites the nose,
As over the ground we go.
Over the river and through the wood,
To have a first-rate play.
Hear the bells ring,
"Tina-a-ling-ding!"
Hurrah for Thanksgiving Day!
Over the river and through the wood
Trot fast. my dapple-gray!
Spring over the ground,
Like a hunting-hound!
For this is Thanksgiving Day.
